Sunday, June 29, 2014

broken lines (collection 45)

In a lonely place, I find peace, order..
Such emptiness surrounds inside and out.
Defining silence whirls into my ears,
my eyes see darkness that raise my strong fears.
Questions building up about such presence.
No answers found after searching essence.

In this abyss, maybe I can lift up!
Worries, frustrations, anger and despair.
A dark side of me, beaten to a pulp.
Degree of separation excites me.
A ray of light shines after detachment.
Opened my eyes, still in a lonely place..

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